Kar-Wai

Perfumer: Pascal Gaurin.

Your ardor outweighed my reason. I can recall those dark streets where we lingered, the sensual gleam of the urban neons caressing our skin. I remember you slipping an osmanthus flower into the open front of my dress.

Addiction of the senses. A perfume offering the forceful contrast of violence and sensuality. The exploration of another continent. A smoked longjing tea combined with the modern leather notes of natural osmanthus conjure an invitation to dangerous, romantic games. Vetiver creates imperceptible fluidity. Bergamot, cardamom, Turkish rose and jasmine nurture the intrigue. Many musks and leathery nuances intensify the mystery.